Tales of the Ice Harpy from Glacia

Karla glanced out Jono's window and saw the forcefield doing something...weird. She wasn't sure what it was doing, but she was almost positive that whatever it was meant nothing well for the island. Deciding that discretion was the better part of valor, she headed for the stairs and out door, as fast as her feet could carry her. Jono had snagged Joni and left for supplies while she was still crashed out on the couch, so if he wanted to yell at her for not locking up behind her, he'd have to find her later.

She also vanished his guitar case on the way out. Because she was a good friend and it was leaning against the wall as she ran for the door.

Outside, everything was chaos. The town was swarmed with hundreds of Auditors brandishing makeshift weaponry. They filled the streets, looking for people to attack or streaming towards the school. As much as Karla wanted to take out a few over what they'd done to Raven, her Black Widow senses were screaming at her to run, and they only got louder every time she looked up at the sky. Karla dashed into the park, hoping the Auditors would ignore it since there were no people there. She flung herself through tree branches and bushes, nearly blundering into a flock of panicked flamingos who had somehow ventured far from the lake.

Karla hit the ground and pushed herself up again, heedless of the scrapes along her palms or the holes in the knees of her jeans. There was a sudden chorus of agonized honking behind her and when she turned her head to spare the miserable birds a look and bit back on a wail of despair. The forcefield had failed and the Nothing was rushing in, devouring Apocalypse Avenue in less than a second.

( There was no way she could outrun this thing. She would never make it in time. )

[Preplayed with the awesome not_a_parakeet. Establishy, NFI]

Karla had asked for them to meet in the park because she already knew that their discussion would be long, difficult, and emotionally draining. Since landscapers were already working on the park, she doubted anyone would notice or care about her doing an extra little bit of gardening. But Karla wanted to stay as calm as possible during this talk, and working with the land was a good method for doing so.

She looked up at ‘Dite’s approach, trying not to visibly stiffen up. “‘Dite,” she greeted softly. “I’m glad you came.” ( That wasn’t a lie, surprisingly enough )

[Establishy! Preplayed with the wonderful divinesurfchick. NFI]